#throughtheyears

Banners and streamers littered the courtyard of the Umbrella Academy.  The bright laughter of children echoed through the air, as the adults sat around the table sipping cocktails.  (Y/n) was perched in Five’s lap, his head rested on her shoulder.

“I really don’t know how you guys do it.”  Allison laughed.  “I am SO glad that Claire wasn’t born with any powers.  Must be a recessive gene or something.”  Luther’s huge hand rested on her knee.

“Yeah, Claire is a handful without her being able to rumor us into getting literally everything she wants.  I can’t even imagine.”  Klaus deposited another tray of drinks on the table, taking a seat amongst his siblings.

“You guys haven’t even had to babysit yet, consider yourself lucky.  Last weekend, she reversed time FOUR times just so she could eat the pizza we ordered again. And again, and again.”  Klaus laughed, glancing over at the young girl, playing with a group of her schoolmates.  “She’s probably going to rewind this whole party so she can do it again, you can tell she’s loving all of the attention.”

“Oh come on guys, we don’t give her free reign over time travel.  We can’t help she’s a prodigy.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, sipping her drink.  “She hasn’t even started doing time jumps yet, thank God.  I’ll probably have a head full of grey hair when she does.”

Five squeezed his wife gently.  “You know I’ve got it under control when she does.  She’s learning from the best.”  She elbowed him playfully, pressing a quick kiss to his temple.

“With my luck, you’re going to get her stuck as a five year old and we’ll be dealing with THIS for the rest of our lives.”  She gestures over at the child, who was now in a tug of war match with another child, screaming all the while.  Vanya rose from her seat, making her way towards the children.

“Aunt Vanya’s got this, you guys stay put and enjoy the party.”  The couple watched as Vanya crouched down, consoling the crying child.  Scooping her up in her arms, she made her way back to the table.  “I think it might be time for little D to take a nap, what do you think sweetheart?”

“But it’s my party,” the dark haired girl hiccupped through her tears, outstretching her arms towards Five and (Y/n).  “Mommy I want more cake, can I have more cake?”  (Y/n) stretched out her arms, cradling the child, and Five reached down to ruffle her hair.

“In just a little while, I think you’re getting cranky because you’re tired.”  Five murmured over (Y/n)’s shoulder.  The little girl peered up at them.

“Okay, so if I take a nap, I can have more cake?”  She yawned, snuggling further into her parents’ embrace.

“Of course, you can even take your nap in the special hammock if you want. You’re the birthday girl, after all!”  (Y/n) carefully stood, carrying the weight of the child, placing her gently in the brightly colored hammock.

While (Y/n) tucked the child in, Five peered over at Diego.  “So, dear brother.  How many more months til we meet your little one?”  Diego grinned over at (Y/f/n) as she rubbed her swollen belly.

“We’re in the last trimester.  Probably three or four more weeks before our little asskicker is born.”  He beamed.  “I can only hope our kiddo gets the badass gene.  I’ll have her throwing knives before she can even say her first words.” (Y/f/n) rolled her eyes, and peered down at her belly.

“You better not.  Our little Grace can choose if she wants to use her powers or not…That is, if she’s born with them.  Seems like kind of a crapshoot, since we’re one for two with the Hargreeves spawns right now.”  Klaus and Vanya look at one another.

“We’re both going to adopt. No freaking way are we trying to pass this down to anyone.” They share a laugh, as (Y/n) makes her way back to the table.

“What’d I miss?”  She says, glancing at the family, sipping on her drink.

“Oh, just discussing the…What did she call it? The Hargreeves spawns?” Five patted his lap and (Y/n) plopped back down comfortably.  “I wonder if our next one will have any abilities.”

“Oh slow your roll, Five.  There’s no way we’re having any more for a WHILE, maybe ever. Dolores is a handful enough. Can you even imagine?”

“I mean, I never imagined having kids at all. Now I have a beautiful wife, my daughter is the next head of the Commission, and the family is back together sharing cocktails in the courtyard of the home we hated.  Of all the impossible things that could have happened, I think anything is possible now.”  He placed his hand on her cheek, turning her head towards him.  Placing a firm, loving kiss to her lips, she smiled warmly at her husband.